The Abilene reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1883-1888, 1887-09-29
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A Brave Young Dudes Noble Efforts q
Subduc n Cranky Horse.

A Brave Young Dudes Noble Efforts TO
subdue n Cranky Horse.
So you like to fly to the assistance OF
the young lady in distress?-of course
you do-all young men do-Mr. Percy
ST. Vincent, of Sioux Falls, does-but
not so well as he did before a recent
narrowing experience.
Percy st. Vincent is one of our most
expensive and highly polished society
young men. He has the rocks, too.
His father is president of four banks,
treasurer of half dozen loan and trust
companies and owns an interest in a
corner drug store. o. Percy grades up
well, socially and financially.
However, that doesn't prevent his
being somewhat gone on Miss Amelia
Robinson, one of our most bewitching
society bellies. But, then. that's all
right, for Amelia is sumner. And
her father is well heeled, too. BIT
there isn't any need of our beat:n g
around the bush and taking all day to
tell short story-we aren't paid by
the rod for this kind of stuff.
Last Saturday afternoon Amelia was
driving along the principal street of
our city with her fathers carriage and
large, blonde horse. She was alone.
The horse saw bakers wagon and
began to shy. Amelia gave lady
like little scream and said: 30, please,
wont somebody help me with this hor-
rid horser'
Percy heard it. He calculated the
accident was worth one hundred dol,
lars to him.
He hastily jerked his hat off and
tapped his vest pattern a couple of
times with it, as token of recognition,
and rushed out.
1T were better for that hor Sc"
thought Percy St. Vincent to himself,
"that he had never been born. / will
throw him down and sit on him!'
Did he? All, ha! read on and see
this is no place to stop and ask ques-
tons.
Percy grabbed the horse by the bit
with both hands, and gave him a
powerful jerk to starboard. 1t seemed
as if that horse kept on his feet remark
ably well.
Percy started to give it to him again
when the horseirose up on his hind legs.
Percy hadn't noticed before that the
horse was eight feet high. And he
never knew till then that horse is six
times as high when he gets on his hind
legs as when he stands down in travel
ing attitude. Percy noticed all this be-
cause he kept hold of the bit and went
up with the horse. You'd have no.
ticed it, too, ifyou d been up command
ing a view of the post-office, the Deficit
National Bank and the electric light
pole.
Percy was fond of scenery and he
gazed down on the opera house and
hose-tower and enjoyed himself.
The horse came down after awhile
but he went up again. He seemed to
be the greatest horse to rise up and
rest his chin on the telegraph wires
that Percy ever saw.
And part of the time he was shaking
his head, like dog when he gets hold
of cat, and all the time he was striking
at Percy with his fore feet so that he
daren't let go for fear the horse would
charge on him and hit him.
And Miss Misunderstanding, sir!-
screaming like Hottentot!
And occasionally hitting the horse
with the whip and pulling on the wrong
line.
1t was getting serious. The horse
was beginning to turn around. He was
getting his nose higher up in the air
every time he elevated himself. Percy
though he caught little frightened
views of Omaha, Nebraska, once or
twice.
And the men on the sidewalk were
all grinning-diabolical, heathenish
grins. Every one of them had been
mad at first because Percy had got
ahead of them in going to her rescue
but now-nothing but grins and an oc-
casional mocking laugh. And one man
yelled: Throw the hoss over yer
shoulder crack him over yer shoulder
an break his back!"
What did Percy hear next? Great
heavens, it was so!-the shrill voice of
Miss Amelia: "For pity's sake. some
body make that fellow let my horse
aloner'
o death. where is thy sting!
Just then a big policeman got Percy
by the shoulders and pulled him away
and sat him down in the gutter. The
policeman got into the buggy to drive
for Amelia, and Percy saw her look up
thankfully into the big policeman's S
eyes, and heard her say: 'If the big
fool had left my horse alone we would
have been all right-what ,Oas he trying
to do anyhow" Bell.
A Photographic Diary.